this dream is fading quickly
in the manner of dreams
the knowledge I had in it
is gone
you are gone
only the vague impression
of your love remains
and I, like a fool
tries to remember it.
It's like trying to catch a whisper
almost as the edge of hearing.
gosh! you let me remember that old feeling. its a short poem but you touched the readers.10 for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well said...very subtle, fleeting, nostalgic. I like the feeling of melancholia.